There are so many people in the Soul Society, but none of them are you.
There are plenty of people here that have hair like yours, but none of them hate it the same way you do.
There are tons of Soul Reapers in the Seireitei, but not a single one of them fights like you do.
There are hundreds of thousands of punks throughout the world, but I doubt many of them are as kind and caring as you are.
There are a countless number of idiots, but you're one of the only ones I actually like.
There a huge amount of people who want to protect the ones they love, but you are one of the few who go through with it.
There are lots of people who test my patience, but nobody else drives me nuts quite like you do.
There were a good amount of other Soul Reapers who cared about me, but only you had the courage and stupidity to keep me from being executed.
There are so many people in the Soul Society, but none of them are you.
None of them are you.
Everything can change at the drop of a hat. Enemies can become friends and friends can become enemies. Lives are lost, and lives are born. People come... and people go. But no matter how much it hurts, people move on with their lives. Memories have a habit of fading, but those who touch our hearts remain with us forever.
I must wonder which one of us has it worse. The one who can see the other but cannot be seen, or the one who cannot see the other at all? I suppose either way is both a blessing and a curse. Look at you, sleeping so soundly. You don't have clue that I'm here. If only I could visit in a Gigai, but Urahara said that even to see a Gigai, a human needs a small amount of spiritual ability. Just about all humans have the few drops required, but you have none left.
I know I'm not the only one who appreciates the sacrifice you made. You didn't have to help us, but you did anyways. No one forced you to risk your lives for us. You're so strong, but so helpless sometimes. I wonder who's going to get your butt in gear now that I'm not going to be around to kick you around...
You know, Renji says that I've been more abusive lately, possibly to make up not getting to yell at you. Apparently Captain Ukitake agrees with him, though I don't see it. My brother doesn't want me visiting you. He says it's pointless and a waste of my time. Unfortunately, he is right. So this will be my last time checking up on you. After all, watching you grow old and gray sounds... unpleasant.
This is goodbye, though hopefully not forever. Perhaps fate will allow us to meet again someday. Living so long isn't all it's cracked up to be, after all. Though our time together was short, I doubt I'll ever forget my time with such a big idiot. Of course, I mean that in the nicest way possible.
Destiny is is a cruel mistress. Two souls can cross paths and grow close, only to become separated. Never the twain shall meet again. Farewell, Ichigo. Sleep well.
Ichigo woke up feeling like he had the best sleep he's had in years, with a familiar scent wafting through the air.